Two Worlds Distanced

Chapter 74

EZRA

As I'm sitting at my desk, staring at the entire city of Portland as well as I can and it's so beautiful. But my Rachel is more beautiful. I look around the buildings, and they feel like they are getting taller as more painful thoughts come through my mind; all of the pain I have caused for Rachel and I want to explain what she needs to know so I do only things that will help, and it's old fashioned. Write about it.

I grab my journal, and start writing all I can put pen to paper in the form of anything in my life she always asks but I am annoyed by the question of the sign of guilt and trauma. Basically the story of my fucking life. A while later, I'm already on the second page as there's a knock on the door, " Come in," I yell out without looking up, "Mr. Miller? There's a meeting to attend in the conference room, in five minutes," Daphne, my nosy yet new assistant tells me as peeking her head through the door, comes in, "Sir? Did you hear me?" she clears her throat, I nod yes and get my jacket along with the  letter to go to this conference. Daphne is great but seems lost as a newborn puppy who's always lost.

"Oh Dap?".

"It's Daphne."

I wave my hand at her, "Whatever, can you put this on Rachel Carson's desk? It's important," I hand it to her, and she nods.

I specifically told Eric a million times that I don't need an assistant but, of course he doesn't listen to me. He's too busy with 'work', it's a lie because he's been fucking cheating on his wife with some random girl from work for I think a year or two but, it's none of my fucking business to whoever is sucking him off.

An hour later, after showing I mean following Rachel with my quiet intern Sabrina. I dropped her off at her office. I still don't understand that she's only an intern and has an office. When showing her, I swear my eyes widened from the size of her office because my office was smaller than a cardboard box back then; as catching up to Rachel, and her Texas named intern who basically glued himself to her, I'm close to punching the living daylights out of him. Back off, buddy? She's mine.

I almost choked up on my own words when calling her Ms. Carson. It's like someone throwing saltwater down my throat as saying it, " I have those papers you asked for last week?" I asked, she nodded yes and we walked towards my office.  My palms are like a pool of sweat on them. My heart wants to beat out of my chest. We walk inside of my office as I'm a nervous wreck, Rachel is all silent without taking on glare at me and I close the door. After hearing she doesn't wanna hate me anymore, suddenly a slight of relief takes over me to have our lips crash together.

...

As I almost feel her skin against, look up and notice she's holding back as wanting to release herself like if it's the first time we had sex. I slowly drag my fingers into her panties and a moan comes out of her mouth when I start putting more pressure; seconds later, her hand grabs mine, "Stop, please," she surprisingly begs me and I do it.

"What's wrong?'' I ask, pushing myself off of her.

Rachel doesn't answer, gathering her clothes together to get dressed, "Turn around,".

I laugh a little, shake my head, "It's not like I've never seen you naked," I saracasmilly says and she nods in agreement and we get dressed but she basically gets dressed quicker than I did to leave my office. I button up my shirt and pants before following her until something white is under my foot.

She forgot her panties.

I ran towards her, "Hey! Rachel?". She turns around with a sign of walking of shame all over her face, which I don't blame her but on the other hand I'm confused as to why and ask her if she wants to talk about and she immediately shakes her head no then walks away; I go up to her, "You almost forget these in there," I hold up her panties between my pointer and thumb finger and her face turns to a shade of embarrassment pink. Rachel snatches them quickly, "Oh sorry and please prented this," she waves a finger between us, "didn't happen," she asks and walks away.

The next day, I left work early because if I stayed in my office longer while imaging what Rachel and I almost did over and over repeatedly, I would probarly go fucking crazy. But not as crazy as I am for her. I throw my jacket and briefcase on the couch, look at my mailbox outside of my office and something catches my eye. I grab it, go back to my office, and close the door. When opening it, I take a hard swallow when seeing something lacey and smelling like vanilla. It's Rachel's panties that she wore yesterday. Who is this girl? Sending something like that.

My jaw drops even more, she's trying to seduce me through writing a little note like this. A little note with a pink lipstick kiss that shows the curve of her lips that my lips are meant to kiss. I take a seat to catch my breath and shift into my seat to settle down before I get harder. But it was too late.

Now I feel so stupid for writing that letter.